I don't know what I was expecting. A lot more excitement, that's for certain. Instead, I caught myself yawning more and more frequently in the next several hours as the tedium of filming unfolded before me. The process had zero resemblance to the final product, the introductions of the judges and the contestants done in a multitude of takes that seemed to wind out into infinity before any baking actually happened.
If I had to sit there much longer I'd be asleep.
Crew didn't seem to be faring much better, blue eyes glazing over, the occasional sigh of unhappy boredom making me yawn harder. Still, it was at least initially interesting to see how a show was made, if only for my own curiosity's satisfaction. And to distract us both from the fact I'd nipped whatever shining thing had been sparking between us when I doused its young flame with stupidity.
Focus on the show and not your self-inflicted single womanhood, Fee.